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Ice-T: |
Magnesium-J, Hydrogen-F. Father. |
Ice-T: |
I have changed. I am ready to rejoin my brethren on Alphabetrium. |
Rick: |
Don't worry about Jerry. He's gonna be fine.You hear me Jerry? You're gonna be fine! |
Morty: |
Woahh! |
Rick: |
ooo... Watch out for that stuff. It'll stain if it gets on your clothes, and it'll send into a murderous rage if it gets in your eyes or mouth. |
Beth: |
Why would you keep mutant bacteria in a pint of Cherry Garcia? |
Rick: |
I know this isn't the time, but, you know, technically the second freezer drawer is mine. |
Beth: |
Not anymore. |
Rick: |
You're overreacting! |
Rick: |
Alright fine, but you're not touching my CRISPR. |
Summer: |
Is he going to die? |
Rick: |
What? Every hospital claims to have the best doctor in the galaxy. It's like those pizza places that claim to have the best pizza in the world. What- Do you think they have pizza contests? Have you ever been to a pizza contest? |
Beth: |
Go in the waiting room, Dad. |
Rick: |
Fine! Excuse me. Coming through. What are you here for- Just kidding, I don't care. Well this won't do. |
Rick: |
A sequel. |
Rick: |
Yeah me neither, we pretty much nailed it the first time. |
Announcer: |
Eye-holes! Get them today! IKEA. |
Rick: |
You gotta be careful Morty, if that guy catches you with a box of his eye-holes he comes bursting in through a window and just starts kicking the shit outta you. But it's worth the risk, they melt in your mouth Morty! They're delicious. |
Beth: |
I can't believe you're explaining alien cereal, we're worried about Jerry. |
Rick: |
Well you're thirty-nine years too late, or however old he is. Is he fifty? Oh man, Beth is, is Jerry fifity!? |
Jerry: |
Where am I? |
Alien Doctor: |
Relax Mr. Smith, you're in an alien hospital. I mean to you it's an alien hospital, to me you're just in a hospital. There's another matter we need to discuss with you. |
Jerry: |
My goodness. |
Jerry: |
I see-WAIT! What? |
Alien Doctor: |
It's perfect! The configuration of veins, the ratio of thickness to elasticity, the delicate asymmetry of what you call "your balls". With relatively few adjustments, your genitals can be molded into a working heart for the most important man in the universe! |
Jerry: |
Yeah, but, I mean- |
Jerry: |
Alright! That's enough. You're talking about my species! We understand genocide, we do it sometimes! |
Jerry: |
Yes I will! That's right, assholes, take my penis, TAKE IT ALL! And tell Shrimply Pimples that when the galaxy came calling Jerry Smith from Earth didn't flinch! |
Rick: |
Hey, what's wrong Morty? Oh, you're worried about your dad, huh? |
Morty: |
Huh? Uh, no no no, I'm-I'm just looking at that lady getting coffee. What's up with her face? Is she a human or is she like Worf. You know Worf, from Star Trek, where he has the shit all over his face but he's just a human in a costume, you know? |
Rick: |
Morty let's-let's see what else is on. |
Morty: |
Okay. |
Morty: |
Whoa! Look! It's that lady with all that shit on her face like Worf from Star Trek! That was getting coffee! How did she get there! |
Rick: |
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